It's time. 

It took a while, but Scar has managed it. He's made the rocket, packed all the cargo, and he's headed to meet up with the other Boatem Crew. "Is it–is it ready?" Grian asks, almost as soon as his friend has arrived. He's anxious, whether by his own nerves or his avian instincts acting up. "Mhm! I stayed up all night building that dang rocket and it is ready to go, cargo's in...yeah, it's ready to go." Scar sighs as the other Boatem members crane their heads up to look at the ship above them. Grian nods, stepping forward. "I say we go, because I don't know if you've noticed, it's starting to rip apart bases and all." He looks around, indicating to the bases around them. Mumbo looks up at the rocket. "Apart from apparently our rocket. Our rocket is...apparently not going up?" He notes, and Scar nods, smiling. "That's hardened Swaggon materials. By the way, I cried on the way down, some of my copper is leaving my roofs." He glances mournfully at his build's slowly deteriorating condition. Getting back on track, Scar addresses the Hermits: "You all have paid for a first-class experience; I have flight suits in your bases, so let's get changed, and, uh, get the heck out of here." After a small piece of banter about pigs and diamonds, they split up to retrieve their suits. Once he has his suit on, he begins to look for his cat. "Alright Jellie, where are you? I hear you meowing somewhere..." Doing a little mental check to make sure he didn't miss anything, he scoops up his cat. "Come on Jellie, we gotta go, we got the diamonds, we got everything..." he mumbles under his breath, quickly fitting a little spacesuit over the feline and running out the door. All he has to do now is go get Xerean. Xisuma had said to leave her, but Scar refuses to do that. If she survived, she would be so lonely! She'd think they abandoned her, but what if she died? Sure, there's the possible unlikelihood of that, but still, Scar can't find it in him to leave her behind. He bursts through the door to her little cabin, where she lays in her bed, still as ever. He slips her into a suit of her own, with a sort of fuschia helmet, and hauls her over his shoulder. The ground shakes, causing the man to stumble, but luckily he catches himself before he can overbalance. By the time he's done that and made it back to the group, it's nighttime. As he approaches, Mumbo comes forward to offer his help in carrying the unconscious girl, sharing the weight. "Uh, Scar, I don't know why we're crash dummies; I don't like the look of this at all." Grian states, the little sacs that Scar had specifically made for his wings shifting as the Watcher's wings move. "These are official first-class Swaggon spacesuits! Have a little respect!" Scar objects. "Let's just–let's just get in the rocket, and then you need to explain why the rocket is the way it is." Grian's made no comment about Xerean, which he'd been concerned about. He assumed that Xisuma would have told Grian his intentions as well. That's good. "Will you be able to bring her up–what's wrong with her, anyway?" Mumbo inquires, moving to see the Chaos Witch's face. "She's sick, so Scar's bringing her to look after her." Grian fills in quickly, but not without a pointed and questioning glance at his friend. "Oh. I hope she gets better soon." Impulse offers sympathetically. "She will." Scar replies, more to convince himself than them. But what if she doesn't? Can't think about that now. Focus on getting out safely, then worry about the rest.

"Let's go, let's go!" Scar hesitates, trying to figure out how to bring both Xerean and Jellie up. "Here. Let me take her." Mumbo offers, shifting to hold onto Jellie, and luckily, Pearl has some rope that allows him to tie his unconscious friend to him. Once he's sure it'll hold, he boosts himself into the air with a rocket, aiming for the airlock. "Into the airlock, everybody!" He calls, already landing and moving inside to untie Xerean, the others landing moments after. "This does not look like an airlock! There's a gap in it!" Mumbo objects lightly, moving to give Pearl more room to enter. "It's an official Swaggon airlock!" Scar shoots back, and the redstoner laughs, perhaps a little nervously. "I'm getting more and more concerned by the second!" He says, gently setting down Scar's cat. Jellie mews, jumping onto a haybale and laying down. "There's something I need to put in here–I've paid for this." Scar moves the comparator off its perch to make room, only to see Grian has placed his dragon egg in a corner, safely nestled in a place that it will neither run the risk of being damaged or interacted with. "It was supposed to go right here..." he says. Grian makes an apologetic face. "It's far too late to move it, now." He replies, and Scar climbs down the ladder, mindful of Xerean over his shoulder. "Down to the cockpit, everybody!" He announces, but as he steps off, the rocket shakes, the ground rumbling ominously. Luckily it doesn't last long, and they all recover quickly. Scar can't see much of Xerean's complexion, but he swears she feels a little bit heavier, now. "Okay, what's going on?" Grian asks, moving over to the window, then groans. "Look at the destruction..." he mumbles, staring out at the landscape below in a mix of shock, awe, and disbelief, maybe some sadness. "Welcome aboard the Swaggon rocket..." Scar takes a deep breath, the full weight of everything that's happening bearing down on him, now. He's really doing it. He's escaping this world with his friends, leaving behind the homes they worked so hard to make, the projects they'd been working on for so long. "This is how we're getting out of this world, I couldn't think of any other way, mind you that this rocket is too big to go in the Boatem, so I have an alternative plan...hence the spacesuits." He sighs, then indicates to the steel flaps in the corners of the room. "Please stand on the official trapdoors." A moment passes as the Hermits locate them. "There's only four of them, Mumbo, Grian, you get to share one." He and Xerean are both using the same one as well, so he assumes it won't be much trouble for the two to fit on their own. There's some struggling, Mumbo doing his best to make room for his small friend, who's trying to keep his balance without shoving the redstoner into the wall. Eventually, they somewhat manage it, both of them half on top of the other. "Okay, continue, Scar." Grian urges, and so he does. "Oh, yeah, rocket too big, so we're just gonna float down." Pulling the lever closest to him, the trapdoor beneath Scar opens, the ground shaking once more. He inhales sharply, then steps into the hole provided, what little gravity remaining dragging him down. A little bit of confused clamours from the Boatem members, then they're following suit. Scar takes one final look at their home, reminiscing on his time here and how sad he is to leave. "Goodbye, beautiful world!" He calls, passing the Boatem Pole and sinking deeper. "Wait, so Scar, this was your plan?" Grian confirms, Scar looking up at him. Gravity suddenly flips on them, raising the Hermits up as though the Moon was saying, "I'm not finished with you, yet!" Scar grips Xerean a little tighter, as they ascend, her back arches, now considerably lighter, looking quite like something is being pulled out of her instead of her body being brought upwards. The Moon's hold on them is short-lived, however, and they return to falling. "Don't worry, everybody, this is all according to plan!" He assures them. "You have protective flight suits that will keep you safe in the void between worlds." He declares, now feeling a sense of relief. He's done it. He's saved them, he's saved Xerean, and now, they're floating safely through the void. "We made it!" Pearl cheers, coming up beside Scar. She's floating at the same time as he is, so he hesitantly releases Xerean. She floats in front of him. Good. His arms were very tired; he wasn't sure how much longer he'd have been able to hold on.

* * *

"So...what–what now?" Grian asks, looking at their small group. "We float?" Mumbo offers with a slight laugh."The Swaggon was a great success, wasn't it?" Scar asks, getting no clear response other than Pearl's laugh. "I guess we wait." Grian concludes, earning a nod from Scar. "Would you guys mind filling out a comment card on how well your experience was in the Swaggon rocket?" Scar asks. There's a half-second pause before they all begin giving varied replies. "What do we do if one of us has to go to the restroom?" He abruptly wonders aloud. "Didn't you make toilets in these suits, Scar?" Pearl asks, and Grian chuckles. "No, I cut–I cut costs to be honest with you." He admits, but under the helmet, he's grinning. They're making the best of this, and they'll have nothing else to do but talk for who knows how long. "You cut costs?! Why did you cut costs?" Mumbo questions, his tone light and amused. "I–these were dummy suits I used a while back." He explains. "Oh my goodness..." Mumbo mumbles, shaking his head. "Wha–where did all the diamonds go? What did we pay you for?" Pearl says, and Scar taps his helmet. "The color–coordinated helmets." He answers. "Well, I guess I'll see you later." Grian tells them, looking out at the void. Scar cocks his head. "Where do you plan on going? We're all floating at the same speed." He points out. "Where are we going? Where are we flying to?" Pearl adds. "I don't know." Scar sighs, glancing at Xerean. He'd come to understand the Moon was affecting her, and his hope by bringing her along was that she'd be healed when she escaped into the void with them. He hopes that she'll wake up soon, and be able to bring them back to actual ground and a safe place. So, again, he needs to keep everyone talking, make sure they have at least SOME entertainment in the meanwhile until then. "Mumbo, we got to talk about your cults, and not having refreshments." He decides, catching the redstoner's attention. "How are you supposed to recruit people to a scam/timeshare when you don't have refreshments?" Mumbo indicates to him. "Well, you didn't have refreshments on your rocket, and you managed to recruit us, and I recruited the same number of people as you!" He replies. Scar grins. "You didn't see the cake dispenser?" He asks. There's varied replies of 'no'. "I mean, that's fair, everything was falling apart, wasn't it?" He accepts, and Pearl looks up at the dark, black sky above them. Is it even sky anymore? "We've got no world left." She notes, a sad thought, but very true. "Grian keeps telling us to wait, but I feel weightless." Mumbo observes. Grian shakes his head in affectionate weariness. "This is going to be a long one then, won't it?" He asks. Scar opens his mouth to reply, then stops as a strange feeling overtakes him. It's like his eyes are closed, but want to open, and he's still half–lucid. Looking around, a soft droning noise, some sort of whistling hum filling his ears, he exchanges confused looks with the other Hermits. He goes to draw Xerean a little closer, but his hand passes right through her. Confused and unprepared for the lack of contact, he tries again. "What's going on, Scar?!" Grian asks, concerned and on edge. Were his wings free and visible, Scar's sure that they'd be flared, feathers fluffed up like when Jellie arches her back and her fur stands on end. Mumbo cries out, drawing their attention, frantically looking at them all. Then he closes his eyes, collapsing, and disappears in a strange burst of static. If anybody wasn't scared, they are now. Pearl disappears next, then Grian, then Scar's eyes open against his will, both literally and figuratively, Xerean is no longer in front of him, his spacesuit is gone, and when he tentatively steps forward, he nearly runs into the glass. He's in a tank, or a sort of containment chamber of some sort, next to him is Grian and on his other side is Impulse. Grian's curiously putting his hands out to feel the glass around him. He can't see it. If it's tinted, he's able to see the color, which has led to most Hermit's builds involving colored glass so he doesn't run into it. A strange man, in a black set of clothes, but with features like Doc's, approaches Grian's chamber. Grian yells something Scar can't hear, slamming his fist on the glass. Avian's don't do very well in small spaces,  and while Grian's grown comfortable with some, it's mostly because he has the ability to leave whenever he wants. It looks like they're trapped. The man doesn't reply, moving on to inspect Scar. He looks eerily like he would be Doc's cousin. "Where are we?" He shouts, but with no response, the man moves on. It appears all of the hermits are there. Scar even sees Xerean, which surprises him. At least she's here, but it appears she's still asleep. She's in between Bdubs and Cub, curled  up on the ground of her enclosure. The man speaks to another figure, this one reminiscent of Ren, who nods and pulls a lever. A hissing noise enters the chamber, and he instantly starts to feel weak and tired. They want to put him to sleep! It's effective and fast-working, though, so Scar only has a matter of seconds before he succumbs to unconsciousness. 

* * *

When Scar wakes, it is slowly, and to sunshine and outside air, earth beneath him. "Scar, buddy, are you awake?" Scar opens his eyes, groaning and bleary, the sun too bright for him to focus on anything, before a familiar face appears, casting a shadow and blocking out the bright light. "Oh, Grian, I feel like I just took the world's longest nap!" Scar sighs, sitting up. Wasn't he wearing something else? Not this fancy, green robe with golden spirals and symbols. He remembers a big, maybe burgundy hat, vaguely. Was it mine? "You're not the only one." Mumbo agrees, crouching in the shade of a nearby tree. His black eyes almost seem a sort of incredibly deep, garnet red, though Scar doesn't question that. He's in clothes he doesn't recognize. Upon further examination, it's still some sort of elegant, graceful green robe, with whorls of gold and little symbols on the sleeves and chest. Didn't I have a hat? But when? He wonders. "Mumbo, why're you hiding in the shade? Come on out and enjoy the sunlight!" The tall man hesitates. "I would love to, but apparently I'm a vampire? I remember I was last Season, but the sun didn't affect me, nor this badly." Scar tilts his head. "I had no idea!" Grian grins. "You got a change, too, Scar. You look like you're wearing a dress." The Avian laughs, though he doesn't seem to be changed at all. "I'm an elf! It's a robe!" Scar objects, though how he knew that, he has no idea. "You are an elf, but I'll have to ask Xerean about the dress when she wakes up." Scar furrows his brows, confused. 

"Who?" He asks.